I visited The Art We Art on Victoria Street for a pot of coffee with cookies.
Everyone was socially distanced. I noticed that all the customers who were sitting by themselves were on their cellphones, except for a young lady sitting next to me.
A classic song came on the speakers and I asked my neighbour if she knew the artist.
She quickly answered correctly: “Donovan.” The song was Donovan’s Mellow Yellow.
I was impressed with the young lady’s knowledge and I also noticed that instead of being on her phone, she was reading an interesting book.
It was refreshing to see I wasn’t the only one not attached to their phone.
I can’t help but notice that the art of conversation is a dying art.
Often when I’m in the elevator in my apartment building, mainly young people immediately go on their phones, eliminating any chance of chatting.
On the other hand, we of the older generation have short, friendly chats and they are so positive at a time when we are all isolated.
I guess I’m at that age when I can’t understand the younger generation, but I’m encouraging everyone to take the opportunity to create some social interaction whenever possible.
Like many seniors in my building, I live alone and we are aware of how important it is to reach out, even in small ways.